Thin AirA Poem by Dream WeaverTrance...
Such beauty envelopes my very existence.
Each sweet breath tugs at my vulnerable
heart drawing her effervescent spirit to
fuse with mine. An aura of idolatrous drifts
unimpeded I welcome her with open arms.
Hypnotic eyes that speak to me, caressing
my deserted soul. Every curve of her body
I beg to touch every so gently, to see lips so
eager ready to engage in amorous behavior.
I embrace such potency and acceptance that
benevolence would certainly follow.
Enamored hopelessly with all she exudes.
I've become a slave to this treasure of
such dazzling immensity, I reach out to her
grasping only thin air.
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